I Invited My Coworker to Our Fourth of July Barbecue Because He Had Nowhere Else to Go — But the Moment He Saw My Wife, He Turned Pale

it was yours. There was only your name and ‘Beloved.’ No dates.”

“You let me bring flowers to the wrong grave?” I asked.

“For years,” he said.

Joan sat down.

Gabriel opened a photo album on his phone.

“I saved things,” he said. “Posts. Pictures. Anything Sylvia shared. It was all I had left.”

He stopped on one of Sylvia’s posts.

“My sweet Joan would have continue reading …